The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... soon be dumb , ( For graver thoughts and duties , with my graver years , are come , ) Though my soul must burst the bonds of earth , and learn to soar on high , And to look on this world's follies with a calm and sober eye ; Though the ...
... soon be dumb , ( For graver thoughts and duties , with my graver years , are come , ) Though my soul must burst the bonds of earth , and learn to soar on high , And to look on this world's follies with a calm and sober eye ; Though the ...
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... Soon gather'd to oblivion's shade , Not less the task would soothe my mind : Inspired by thee I ceased to pine , Nor thought on aught that marr'd my bliss ; And borne to other worlds of thine , Forgot the pangs of this ! But this was ...
... Soon gather'd to oblivion's shade , Not less the task would soothe my mind : Inspired by thee I ceased to pine , Nor thought on aught that marr'd my bliss ; And borne to other worlds of thine , Forgot the pangs of this ! But this was ...
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... dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail , my fancies droop , Joy never cometh with a whoop , And seldom with a call ! My football's laid upon the shelf ; — I am 35 35 A Retrospective Review.
... dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail , my fancies droop , Joy never cometh with a whoop , And seldom with a call ! My football's laid upon the shelf ; — I am 35 35 A Retrospective Review.
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... soon . Early I came , and as my feet First enter'd at the door , " Remember , " to myself I said , " You must dismiss at four . " But slates , and books , and maps appear , And many a dear one cries , " Oh tell us where that river runs ...
... soon . Early I came , and as my feet First enter'd at the door , " Remember , " to myself I said , " You must dismiss at four . " But slates , and books , and maps appear , And many a dear one cries , " Oh tell us where that river runs ...
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... Soon , soon alike the bond and free- So sings my lute , and sings to thee . Then come , Sherene ! I've found a grove , Beneath a wild hill's purple van , Where coos the silver - bosom'd dove ; Where the wild peacock spreads his fan ...
... Soon , soon alike the bond and free- So sings my lute , and sings to thee . Then come , Sherene ! I've found a grove , Beneath a wild hill's purple van , Where coos the silver - bosom'd dove ; Where the wild peacock spreads his fan ...
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ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth